• into the darkness i rose form a deep slumber till the dawn of early morning awkoke thy,
    from thy den i rose to face the deaths that arose me, darkness hiding in every corner,waiting to take my soul ,devour it make this pain end.make this hell end ,but what of that light, the light that shines on the faces of who are worthy , kindness, hope, deliverance of this hell pit ive been wallowing in till the day i die
    the rose in a garden of weeds, i picked it up then droped it again when the thorn peicered my skin, again , again the rose pricks me the scalet blood driping form the wounds, but again and again i pick it up
    and again , again it draws blood from my hand
    a girl that shines more then a hundred suns
    kindness she put apon the warmth of love ,made each day better then when that warmth of love got replaced by the coldness and darkness of doubt ,evil ,comsummed me
    it made me whither and die but then the warmth again came then was replaced again
    agian, agian this happned till finally it was gone for good , but it was replace with stillness and darkness in my soul
    waht of now could there be a sun that could warm me, maybe,
    could a persons love be enough to wakeme of this slumber, this hibernation of feelings, that live in a deep hole in the heart were the love had once been , the hole black as night, could there something to take tis place...no nothing could replace what had been lost, but as a saying goes when a door closes another one opens , or when a chapter ends another one begins
    what if u were locked out of every door
    of the next pages of the book were blank what would happen now, that what im trying to figure out, buts its impossible wiht out a story or a key to go along with
    to jsut want to grab my heart and rip it out for the pain jsut stops, to what happened, but when faith shines threw it can put to shadow other evil that u never knew that could this be what my heart is telling me to go back or venture on ward till the end o days , i choose neither i choose a path were nor seeds of evil or death goes , i choose a path that brings me to a that warmth again , for most people thats what we go to seek , not money, fame, faith, just that warmth that brings to life the deadest of people , the dark pit were some of us wallow , into what we think to be our only hope
    .......hope is what drives us threw blistering cold, or unbeatable odds, we drive threw to get to the one we love